Chapter 2

Sasha's Pov 

I have been locked in my room for two days now, tied to my bed like a prisoner in my own father's house. 

They call me an ungrateful brat.

Yet they are treating their only child like this. 

The door creaked open and my mother walked in. 

"How are you doing sweetie?" She asked grimly and I raised an eyebrow at her. 

"Oh I'm great, you know these ropes are comfortable on my wrist like a Cartier bracelet, hopefully they would leave beautiful marks," I said sarcastically and she sighed. 

"You know this wouldn't have happened if you weren't acting difficult, did I tell you how I married your Dad?" She questioned suddenly, even if I was curious I didn't show it. 

"I don't care. Leave if you aren't going to let me go" I dismissed but my bed dipped as she sat on the edge of my king-size bed. 

Her golden blonde hair was tied in a tight bun that looked painful, but the style made her beautiful face pop out her cleft chin more obvious. 

"He kidnapped me, kept me away from my family for months" She revealed and my eyes widened. 

My parents adore each other and that's one of the reasons why my father refused to remarry even when they found out she couldn't conceive another child, and now I'm hearing this. 

"So you developed Stockholm Syndrome?" I furrowed my brows. 

She frowned. 

"That wasn't it, we fell in love along the way, he was a brute but he changed for me," She said and I scoffed. 

"Come on mother, this isn't a movie. He changed for you doesn't mean he is no longer a brute, look at what he did to his own daughter! And you just stood there and watched" I seethed angrily and she flinched as if I had hit her. 

"I would never approve of this and your father loves you, but you gave us no choice but to do this. I have never met Roman Vitale but I would advise you not to make any rash decisions while he comes to visit tonight" She stated. 

My heart skipped a beat. 

"What?" 

"He is coming to have dinner with us tonight. That's why I'm here to help you prepare." She replied by smoothing the wrinkles on her dress, a habit I inherited. It was something she would do when she was nervous or didn't know how to handle a situation. 

"I won't go, I will stay here" I shook my head and she sighed. 

"You have to come down and see him, Sasha, you need to be strong for us. Please, don't make this hard, it won't end well and we might not survive to sit and talk like this again if you ruin this opportunity for us" She pleaded and for a second there I felt bad. 

But I don't want this and forcing me is wrong. 

"I won't go downstairs and that's final," I remarked. 

My words meant nothing at usual, I was bounded to the bathroom with the binds on my hands and legs the men dumped me in the bathtub while mom did the rest work since the maids had quit, they must have heard their boss wasn't capable of paying their salaries anymore and with the rumor going around that we will soon be wiped out it was understandable why they bailed. 

"This is for your own good, I hate treating you like this, if only you would stop behaving like a teenage girl"

"You have such beautiful hair, sweetie"

"This color matches well with your eyes you look amazing" 

My mother babbled as she bathed me and dressed me up like a doll. 

Then it hit me. 

I didn't struggle, it's as if I gave up and accepted my fate. 

I refused to be a doll for an old mafia jerk. 

"I'm not going downstairs" I reminded her and she blatantly ignored me. 

"Maybe you should wear this hairpin, it's really pretty" She put the gold-encrusted green gems hairpin on my strawberry blonde hair. 

The backless silk dark green dress with straps tied to my slender neck, the white pearls on my neck and collarbone, and the makeup. 

Everything made me feel like a whore in a brothel preparing for its master. 

"Stop this right now" I mumbled at first. 

"There, you look stunning sweetie" She continued. 

"Mother" I called in warning. 

"Now I just need to-"

"I said stop!" I shrieked angrily. 

She gasped. 

"What is wrong with you?" She held her chest. 

"Get these ropes off me and let me go, you can lie to dad that I ran away before you got here and he will blame the guards just please... Please let me go, mother, I can't do this I can't, I love him, mom, I can't just betray him like that, please understand me" I begged tears threatening to spill down the face she had taken time to paint like a canvas. 

"I love you, Sasha, I would do anything to keep you safe" She patted my hair and I looked at her eagerly. 

"But I can't let you go, he is coming tonight and if you are missing he would think we hid you after changing our mind and he will kill every single living thing in this house for wasting his time, we wouldn't have to worry about the Brunswicks if he finishes us off first before they come. You have to think about this, you can be married to him and things would work out well you will forget that boy and move on-"

"You don't get it, Mom! I don't want to be with another murderer" I interrupted and she froze, I knew I had said the wrong thing with the way her gaze went cold. 

"I will go talk to your father, the visitors must be downstairs now. Wait here I will come get you" She ordered and left. 

Oh but I wasn't going to sit around and wait like a good little doll, I stood up and my legs were tied like my hands but I could still hop. 

So I hopped, I got to the open and luckily it was left slightly open by my mother. I got out and started hopping towards the stairs even though I don't know how I will pull this off. I need to get away from here fast. 

First, I need to get rid of the binds. 

I was frantically hopping looking back each time with my heart in my throat afraid of getting caught and dragged back. 

I didn't notice I was almost done with the stairs as I kept looking back, I hopped on air and a yelp escaped my lips as I slipped and tumbled down the stairs. 

Pain shot through me when I landed on the ground groaning, I forced myself to move kneeling on the ground. 

I heard voices from upstairs and I gasped. 

Then I turned and noticed the male black designer shoes in front of me, my eyes trailed up the black slacks and dark grey coat over the same color of vest with a black sleeve underneath black gloves on each big hand, my neck cracking as

I strained the muscles to look up at the huge man towering over me while I was on my knees. 

My jaw dropped.